HARPER
The lighthouse shrine is perhaps his favorite, despite having yet to call Safrin down at its side. Today the waves are rough against the cliffs, and the stairs give metallic creaks as he ascends their spiraling lengths. Perhaps it's the rough weather or the colder afternoon, but whatever the reason, as Harper reaches the open air of the top, nearly every spare inch is infested with Hels. They stare at him with unimpressed beady eyes and only shuffle along the railing when he waves his hands at them to try and shoo them off into the open air.
The shrine is covered in their excrement, and Harper frowns severely at the lingering creatures. With a bird form of his own he can't exactly blame them - but he does all the same. "Come on now, git!" he grumbles at them, shoving one off the railing where it catches itself with its wings and squawks at him indignantly, re-alighting upon the railing further down much to Harper's frustration.
The shrine is covered in their excrement, and Harper frowns severely at the lingering creatures. With a bird form of his own he can't exactly blame them - but he does all the same. "Come on now, git!" he grumbles at them, shoving one off the railing where it catches itself with its wings and squawks at him indignantly, re-alighting upon the railing further down much to Harper's frustration.
